Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung

~ 27

Shit, maybe this was a bad idea, but what exactly could I do now? I'd already knocked on Si Hyuk's door. There wasn't a single soul about but I didn't let myself fall into a false sense of security. If I'd learnt anything from being around Taehyung it was that there was always someone watching, even if you thought you were alone. The sound of a lock clicking rings through the empty silence and I think about running, but what would be the point?

I knew it wouldn't be long until Yoongi appeared, and what happened after that.. well I didn't know. A tall, muscular man in black opens the door, his broad shoulders blocking the doorway. I first notice the gun in his hand, aimed towards my feet, mainly a warning rather than a threat. The males eyebrows twitch up, clearly not expecting to see a mere girl like me stood on the other side. "I'm here to see Si Hyuk," I speak out quickly, my voice wavering over each word. I wanted to kick myself for how nervous I was, but perhaps it would work in my favour.

"Name?" His gravely voice perfectly fits his image, dangerous and strong. But you had to be in this kind of profession, you didn't last very long if you weren't. "Hanna," I respond, fiddling with my fingers. He nods before muttering a low, "wait here," and then just like that the door was shut in my face. From around the side of the house, I notice Jimin's body appear. He'd been watching the entire time, despite me insisting he waited in the car. He'd refused, simply claiming that he couldn't wait to watch the shit show I was about to cause. He hadn't been far from wrong, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of fucking this up. He sends me a thumbs up, along with a sarcastic smirk painted on his lips. In response I roll my eyes and give him the middle finger only seconds before the door swings open again.

"Follow me," the male gestures, stepping to the side to allow me to enter. It takes me a moment to move, frozen in spot from shock. I'd expected to have at least proved my identity before I was allowed in but it seemed this was going to be much easier than I'd planned for, whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, I guess I was about to find out.

Si Hyuk's house is much grander than Taehyung's, which I would have assumed anyway due to his much more flamboyant personality. Marble sculptures are dotted around the room, a large stone staircase extending to the left. It resembled more of a French château than a house. "Hanna, what do I owe this pleasure?" I turn my head to face Si Hyuk. I'd been so in awe of the interior I hadn't even noticed him standing at the bottom of the stairs wearing a white robe, grey silk pyjamas peeking out from under the bottom. He is the only other person in the room. "I heard Taehyung is in prison." He smiles as the words leave his tongue, a clear happiness in his tone.

"You already knew?" My eyes widen to play along with the fact that I didn't know it was all his doing. I can tell he's pleased by my shock, his smile widening even further that it now looked painful. "News travels fast," he shrugs, "let me guess you have nowhere to go, that's why you are here. Am I right?" He picks up a box of cigarettes from the small glass coffee table beside him. I watch in anguish as he places one between his teeth, lighting the end of it before inhaling the rancid smoke. "Do you think I'm a hotel? You think I just take people in from the streets?" He continues, blowing out a mouthful of smoke into the hazy room.

"No, I don't," I answer, my voice small, like a child being scolded by their parents. But this is what I wanted, I wanted him to think I was a weak, useless girl who wasn't capable of surviving on her own. I had no idea how much he knew about me, I would guess a fair amount, but he would never know what I went through and what I was willing to do to fight for the people I cared about.

"Then why are you here?" He cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out why I was here. "I need help, just while I come up with something else," I plead. Discreetly, I scan the room looking for exit points I could use to get out as fast as possible.